"Did you hear the angels call you?"

[Of Special Interest to Children]

Marjorie was on her way home from school, but although it was a beautiful June day and the sun was shining and the birds were singing, she noticed none of these things. Why had everything seemed to go wrong at school today, and what had made her quarrel with Gill, her friend?

Slowly she opened the little green gate at the end of the path which led up to her home, and as she did so she decided that she did not want to meet anybody; in fact, that she would go straight upstairs to her room, where she could be quite alone. Quietly she opened the front door and stole upstairs. Mummy was in the kitchen; Marjorie could hear her moving about preparing supper, and singing softly to herself.

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